Tell her it will be all right. You'll take care of everything.

You're pretty sure that seeing a psychiatrist won't help her. The spell won't be broken by a shrink, and the fewer people who know about this situation the better.

Seeing your beautiful mother on knees in front of you is not doing anything to quell your raging hard on. You take a deep breath, then reach down and take her hands, guiding her back up to her feet. "Don't worry, mom. You haven't done anything wrong, you were just honest with me about how you feel. No one can control things like their emotions and who they are attracted to." You hug her tight and kiss her forehead softly. You can feel her shiver in response.

"If you ever feel like you can't handle things, you can talk to me. When you don't know what to do, you can ask me." You're holding your mother's soft, warm body against your chest, rubbing your hands up and down her back to comfort her, and speaking low in her ear. "It's good that we're so close and can talk about things like this. I want you to relax and cheer up. Believe me when I tell you that I think you're a great mom, and nothing you did or said today makes you anything less than that."

You aren't sure if telling your mom to believe something will magically make her do so, but it's worth a shot. You can tell she's trying to relax and cheer up like you told her. She takes a few deep, calming breaths, with her eyes closed, then wipes her eyes, and smiles up at you. "You're such an amazing son, and an amazing man, honey," she presses her hand to the side of your face, looking up at you with adoration. "I wish the way I love you... the way I want to show you I love you, wasn't... so wrong."

You shake your head and smile at her softly. "The way you feel about something isn't wrong or right. It's just how you feel. Don't worry if it's not what people think you should feel. Just accept it's how you feel, and that it doesn't change how much I love you." You stroke her hair gently. "It's been a long day. You need to get some rest. Go get ready for bed, then lie down in bed, close your eyes, relax and drift off to sleep for the night. I'll see you in the morning."

You hope your words will help calm her and let her sleep. At the very least, telling her to do all that should keep her in her bedroom until the sun comes up, so you have a chance to think. You give her another very tight hug. You don't know how much contact the spell requires, or how often, to keep her from becoming more obsessed, so you're providing as much as possible. You even give her a quick kiss on the lips before she leaves to go to her bedroom. "Good night, mom." You tell her.

She answers with a soft "Good night," and walks down the hall towards her bedroom. She glances longingly back at you over her shoulder, but obediently does what you told her.

You sit down at your computer and look over that website again. It's starting to really sink in that the spell actually worked, even if it didn't work the way you wanted... this time. The chaos and drama with your mom had distracted you from thinking about it until now, but you can actually do real magic! This presents opportunities.